We flirted with West Nile mosquito-infested peril tonight and went out at dusk to a park with a large body of standing water to meet our nephew and his family for a dinner picnic. They’re here to help him settle in at the freshman dorm at Biola University where he’ll be a student this fall.

The crickets were out singing in force tonight. My daughter remarked, “Dad, listen. I hear Santa’s sleigh!” She was right. The chirping sounded just like sleigh bells floating overhead. It only took the imagination of a child to hear it.